Drek. Hated it. I can't think of another book I have read in recent memory that has so completely ticked me off as this one. Yes, I get that there is a feel good, make good despite a horrid childhood story here, but the clarity of that story is eclipsed, in my view, by the tiresome, self-indulgent pity party that predominates. It's difficult to ignore the fact that, according to the author, virtually everyone, save for the author herself, is at fault for the author's circumstances. I was, moreover, disappointed--indeed, outraged--that the author, who was educated at a college maintained by the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints and whose tuition at that college was subsidized in large part by faithful tithe paying members of that church--didn't have the intellectual integrity or even courtesy to pause and explain to he readers that the twisted, perverted brand of "Mormonism" practiced and taught by her father and family are in no way representative of the members of that Church or an accurate reflection of its theology and doctrines as preached by that Church.